Just as our awkward journey began, it stopped and rekindled itself under the guise of another journey. A messenger came to us hiding in, from our perspective, a dragon. With all of the dragons flying overhead on the regular, it made a lot of tactical sense to choose that disguise.

The archaeologist was quick to deal with the message delivered, telling us of the war in the distant East, and how this camp could make themselves useful. The camp in its entirety would make too much noise stomping towards this objective, however, and our small team had already aligned with one-another for a similar task.

The idea was simple - travel south-east, locate a lake, and find the tomb of a hero that was buried there. Located there was more than a potential burial ground - there would be a banner that would rally a tired and defeated army back into fighting spirit. With the level of importance of discretion used by the messenger, it was clearly more plausible than that of a wild goblin-chase through a monastery we'd already clearly been to.

Instead of meandering about, we decided to shoot straight south, hit the forest or the river, and travel inland until we hit the lake, going from there as we could. Our progress was halted when along the road there were several encampments of at least competent guard patrols. When they caught sight of our scout(no difficult task), we were forced into intercepting them before they used our comrade to fill their bellies.

While the dwarves may have been satiated, and the others satisfied with the outcome of the battle, I was left mostly hollow - my time on the battlefield had always been met with meaty challenges, and my time under Master had only sharpened my skills. The bugbears put up a meager resistance, and my body didn't even begin to feel the adrenaline flow. Other groups took notice of our short work of their allies, however, and we made a tactical retreat. They were not honorable opponents, but they had a significant number advantage - it was too early in our journey to risk our health on a potential disaster.

Some more time passed, and after a mild interruption with a beast of fire(too uneventful to recount), we again approached the road, hoping to make a precise strike along one of the camps and riding off into the south before the other camps were able to make chase. I worry now, though, that it is too late - they saw what we did to their friends, and how efficiently it was done. It is not unlikely that they've begun to worry, or warn higher-ups of what happened that day.

This time, however, we will come prepared. This time, we will progress.